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Holy Moly: My Second Date with Mr. Lacrosse

Last night, I had my second date with Mr. Lacrosse. I’m sorry I didn’t have time to ask you guys for outfit advice, but I don't know if even the cutest outfit could have helped--the evening was a DISASTER.

After having such a great initial feeling about him—he was polite, funny and super-smart—I was really excited to go out with him again, and I squealed with delight when he suggested dinner at one of my fave Italian restaurants. He arrived on time, looked totally foxy and things went swimmingly until the appetizers arrived.

As the waiter set down the antipasto, Mr. Lacrosse suddenly grabbed my hand. But just as the butterflies started flapping, he closed his eyes and bowed his head.

“Let's pray,” he announced.

To be clear: I have complete respect for all religious beliefs--and I love a guy with a solid spiritual foundation. But this caught me a little off guard. In a city as diverse as New York, I was surprised he would just assume that I was religious.

“Oh, gosh,” I stammered, “I, um, I don’t really pray before meals. But totally go ahead! I can just—”

He dropped my hand and looked at me.

“You don’t pray?” he asked. “Who raised you?!”

Woah, buddy. I told him that if he wanted to drag my mama into things, this night was going to end with a drink in his face. Things didn’t go that far, but the meal was pretty miserable from there on out. Is this SERIOUSLY what I straightened my hair for?! Uck!

Not even delicious manicotti could save this date and, needless to say, I’m back to the drawing board in terms of boys.

Has a guy ever insisted that you share his beliefs or make you feel bad for not seeing eye-to-eye? Should I have just played along with Mr. Lacrosse or was I right to stand up for myself when he got sassy? Should I give him another chance or cut this puppy loose?